Мы настолько привыкли к виду валяющихся бомжей и...

We are so used to the sight of homeless and drunk people that there is a risk of overlooking the one who needs help. Yesterday at 11 p.m. I got out of the last metro car on Petrovsko-Razumovskaya with one thought: “Hurry home, under the shower, wash off the rainy mud!”, And the first person I saw was a young guy lying alone on a bench. Everyone passed by - and I passed. The first thought was - drunk. After a couple of meters: what if he feels bad? It doesn't seem like a drunk or a homeless person ... Next: well, how can I personally help him? I don’t know how to provide first aid, I’ll inflict harm by inept actions ... But you can’t leave it like that. What if for a man these moments are decisive, fatal, what if he dies? And so it went, tormented by doubts, in search of at least one policeman or subway employee. Finding no one, she told her aunt at the escalator that how and how, and she called where necessary. I do not know the continuation of the story, for I went home. The conclusion is banal, in general: do not pass by, even if we are in a hurry on our important matters. I wish everyone good health so that you never need such help from passers-by!